1st October 2021 marks this year's National Poetry Day. So, naturally, we asked the Hotter team to get inspired and give poetry a good old go - and it appears we have some professional poets in our team!
Customer Service Advisor
I work for a firm, Hotter Shoes,
Who’s styles come in different hues,
They’re made on machines,
In Pinks, Browns and Greens,
And also in Reds, Whites and Blues.
Store Manager, Cirencester Store
There once was a shop called Hotter
With Shoes and Boots now it's colder.
Tan, Red, Black and Blue,
Available colours to mention a few.
Pop onto our scanner
It's over here under the banner
Come to the shop called Hotter
We will ensure your visit isn’t a bother.
The colder months are here
And boot season is stirring.
Jumpers are out
Chilled winds, whirring.
Coats are zipping up
And we’re all keeping cosy
Leaves dancing around us
Keeping warm keeps us content,
Snuggled with hats and scarfs
And that ‘just rained’ scent.
We crave comfort in times like these.
Sore feet and numbed toes
Shielded against the harsh breeze.
But when strolling amongst the Autumn hues,
You can’t get more comfortable
Than in a pair of Hotter Shoes.
At the end of British Summer time the sun will hide away.
The bright colours of the flowers will die and fade away.
The trees of green will change to yellow, reds and browns,
Then shed their leaves and lay a carpet, soft upon the ground.
Not everyone will like this and will often wear a frown.
As the days get shorter, the nights will last longer.
Oh, to be able to wear clothes that are cosy, soft, and warm
That will make you want to snooze and yawn.
You will change from colourful sandals to heavy boots and shoes
And where could you buy these, to fit with such perfection,
From Hotter! Then you’ll be walking in the right direction.
Wholesale Sales Advisor
The morning arrives but night-time lingers
As a sleeping MIST blankets the hills.
In the woods a leaf falls from woody fingers
Lands with a MURMUR and softly stills.
There’s a WHISPER stirring in the trees
Autumn’s arrived on a pine-scented breeze,
Coating the land in a cobweb dew.